Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing. Rated M for later chapters.
Chapter 4
"Yo, man, we're landing. Get your ass up." My eyes flashed open to the towering figure standing over me. I growled and he grinned. "Whoever 'Babe' is, you can dream about her later. Right now though you need to wake up."
Fuck. I must've been talking in my sleep. I haven't done that since I was a kid. That I knew of anyways. I sat my seat up and just nodded to my friend. We didn't usually need to speak, we've been friends for so long, we usually knew what the other was thinking. When Tank saw that I was awake, he returned to his seat.
I rubbed my hands over my face trying to bring myself back to reality. I've been having the same dream for the past week. Everytime I was able to sleep I saw her. The one woman I could never forget, but will never know. Everytime it was the same, maybe with a few differences. The first time, I was there first. I was sitting in an arm chair in front of a fireplace. I hadn't paid any attention to the rest of the room. I sat in the chair, lost in thought. All I could think about was her. How we danced, how we kissed. How my night was brought to an abrupt end when Tank came up behind me and told me we were being recalled early and had to leave for DC immediately. I was pissed because I was supposed to have two weeks left on leave. And from the moment our eyes met, I had wanted nothing more than to spend every minute of it with her. I hadn't showed her my anger. I thanked her and left. It was agonizing. I've had too many one night stands to count, and I've never had a problem leaving when they were over. Then again, I've never felt such an attraction, such a connection with someone.
As I sat in that chair, all of this running through my mind. I had let my head fall into my hands. Then I felt it. The same tingle down my spine as I felt a hand run through my hair. I looked upa nd there she stood. I thought I was going crazy. I must've dreamed her into existance into my dream.
I would hold her, and we would kiss. Just sitting there in each others arms. Never speaking. Well, almost never, we didn't have any actual conversation. And that's how it's been every night since. The only varying factor was who was there first. Sometimes I'd find myself back in that room, to find her sitting in our chair as if she were waiting on me. She'd stand up and hold out her arms, inviting me in.
The only thing that I couldn't figure out was, why we both had our masks on. We never tried to take them off, but it bothered me anyways. The deal with the masks stumped me too. I had ordered my mask out of a catalog. I figured it was possible that someone could've ordered the same one. And she had. That certainly was convenient.
I was pulled from my thoughts as we unloaded from the plane and ushered into a black SUV. Once we got on the road, I let myself drift back to my previous thoughts. The feel of her soft skin under my fingers. Her intoxicating scent. The taste and feel of her soft lips on mine. It felt so real. She felt so real. LIke she was more than a conjured dream.
I was pulled from my thoughts once again as we pulled into the base. I realized then, that I would have to disipline myself with more self control. I couldn't afford for my thoughts to stray at the wrong moment . I would have to settle for seeing her in my dreams. If they continued, and something told me that they would. Because only in my dreams, would I ever know my Babe.
